How far have we fallen

The clouds they grow grey dim as they sing their hym. In hopes of guidence, all while in defiance. They have lost touch with the good book and use it for their own twisted fruit. No longer does his name  reign, rather his name brings pain. Inaviding territories  claiming to be his voice, always seeking our own fame. We have been conditoned to believe, that everything is as it seems. That by condeming those up high, we somehow seem to take flight. We become taller and stronger, but torture others for longer. The book has lost its reputation, and we use it for preperation. preperation for war and consent. My how we all forget. The true meaning is now lost, like Hitler condeming Jews durring the hollocaust. The book is cold and unoppened until the day comes when it is too late. When we have filled our lives with hate. No longer are we profficent. Lives surrounded by brutal iggonrace. Until that day, our good souls rot away. Until that day the skies remain grey and the hyms of those who do not truly believe reign.